Liar

My friend shared this song and I liked this instantly – You can call me a liar!!

The artist is from Sri Lanka.

Disabled

Ignorance of the ability brings disability.

This short film is worth more than a thousand words.

Isaac Asimov’s writing

I have heard Isaac Asimov’s name in a song from Rajinikanth’s Robo. Robo being a sci-fi entertainer, I took that Asimov must be a scientist. Recently, I downloaded books authored by Isaac Asimov thinking that they will interest me. All the books have the word ‘Foundation’ in their titles. Having no clue of the order in which they were published, I thought that the book named ‘Foundation’ should be the first.

I started to read the book half an hour ago and finished the introduction in which Isaac described the series of events that made the ‘Foundation’ from a story to a series and that the book is a science fiction.  It was quite surprising a fact for me that J.R.R.Tolkiens’ Lord of the Rings once lost to Asimov’s ‘Foundation’ in an at-least three connected sci-fi novel category while Asimov was expecting ‘Lord of the Rings’.

I have not started reading the original story.

Gone are the days

Certain phrases in English amuse me much. Especially the ones that can run our mind through all the good times we had. This particular one cherishes those memories of past reminding of the bitter truth that we can only cherish them.

Dream come true

Dreams come true. There are certain positive phrases in english language that give us a lot of positive energy. This phrase ‘Dreams come true’ is one such.

The funny part of this particular phrase is that the dream always changes no matter it came true or not. When in school, my dream was to be the best in studies. It came partially true when I was am one of the best in studies.

When in plus one and plus two, the dream was to top the college by the end. This also more or less became true when I walked amongst almost 200 students(half the strength of my residential campus) watching me the day results were declared.

Dreams started to become complicated from then as I entered college. The dream come true would be when I am spending my day with the girl I loved, loving me. Of course at a far off place thinking that my life is the best among all those I have known. This remained a far off DREAM and will continue to do so.

Time changed and so did the dream. I wanted to create a software( a game or a web application or something) from all the ideas I had. I always failed at execution and the dream is yet to come true.

Some dreams, after they come true are always cherished as the most dreamy parts of life where I enjoyed all the fun that my city life could give me. I never knew where I started nor where it ended, but am happy that it ended so fast with the right lessons learned.

However, there was one other dream that came true today – Carving out a post lying on the bed from my new qwerty pad of my android phone. A Dream come true – and may be I would laught at myself calling this a dream a while ago!!

P.S: What I have written might be crap, but I become better day by day. This post paves way to my blog becoming regular and thus famous!!

Different thoughts

Why would some one write a diary?

1. To keep a record of things.
2. They don’t know what to do at nights.
3. They think that would be published as a book after they’re dead.
4. They want a valuable thing to hide. So, they write all their thoughts in it and try to protect them.
5. They write because they just have to or want to.
6. If no one would write anything, what are diaries made for?

MY Theme of the year

I, me and myself.

Yes, this is MY theme of the year. I am going to think only about myself. I am doing this partly because I want to do something that I haven’t done in years and partly because I have been thinking more about others so that I’m hurting my original self. It’s time for my self to rejoice. Thinking/Spending more about other’s happiness does hurt your happiness if you do it beyond your capability/feasibility. All this year if I’m going to care about some one, that is gonna be ME.

Thinking more about others means you would never hurt them. This doesn’t mean I didn’t hurt anyone till now. The others I meant here are those I really think about.

One might think that this kind of behaviour is not really useful for the society or the mankind. It was said – ” Love thy neighbors as thyself”. But, here is the basic – If you can’t love yourself, how can you love others as much as yourself? So, Love yourself first.

I have noticed that I cursed myself many times for every odd thing and thought. Good bye

Update and Apologies

My last post was 5 days ago. My Internet cable wire got snapped off 3 days ago and got fixed just now. The delay is due to the local festival here. I, of course, neglected making a post for 2 days before this happened. I signed up for postaday2011 and promised to post everyday. I am not sure if I am still in the challenge as this is my second big skip in the first two weeks alone. I will not stop posting because of this break. Come what may, my blog shall contain 365 posts by the end of year and I plan to track the numbers at the end of every month so that I can avoid the year-end rush. So, I would like to apologise for the break and try not make any gaps in the future.

I some times post from my mobile when I do not have access to Internet or when I do not have much time, but, for the last 5 days I have been feeling restless. I have a QWERTY keypad on my mobile and WordPress is the only mobile site I like to post large content on. Twitter is the other website, but I am just lazy to update it . I only wish breaks like this never repeat. This is the update and apology.

My Perfection Seeking Mind

Practice makes man perfect.

I am man who believed that even ‘practice should be perfect’.

I was seeking perfection all the time. It was either I do it or I don’t. And when I’ve meant I am doing it, it shall be perfect. I felt that I was not facing any failure and I was happy about it. I was wrong at the same time. I had never known the taste of failure or simply put – when I faced failure I didn’t knew how to handle it. All that time I thought I was seeking perfection, but when I retrospect, I just tag it as the fear of failure. That is true, I masked ‘the fear of failure’ as seeking perfection.

During that time, I had the choice to decline something that came my way. I said ‘No’ when I was asked if I could go on the stage. I said ‘No’ to my friends when they asked me something. I kept on doing this for a long time. I didn’t think what would happen to me if I didn’t change this habit or if the choice is not going to be with me. Choices are never with us forever.

Slowly, I started to think why I said ‘No’ to that while someone, somewhere said ‘Yes’. I started to think, analyse and mentally prepare myself to say ‘Yes’ the next time I get that opportunity/question. Luckily, I had those questions asked again and again until a few of my friends took it for granted that I will not say ‘No’ to it. That wasn’t all. Gradually, I started to think twice before I say ‘No’ to anything. I’ll say to myself “give it a try”.

I have failed at times and got discouraged. Every time, I thought that I should have faced that failure earlier so that I could have performed better this time! Failure made me better for the next time. Now, I proudly say that I can handle failure and become a better person. With time I stopped calling them failures and started to call them experiences. So, go and taste your piece of experiences that you always decline. Post some of them on your blog.

As a closing note, I wanted to say that all the above took me years to learn, so, do not try to digest it all at once. Take Time!

A Hole and Whole

I finished my bachelors two years ago.  In my department, it is a custom to bid farewell to every batch that is going to be kicked out of the campus. On this day, our juniors arrange the farewell and organise speeches that thank us for the help we did and wish us good luck for our future.  I wanted to describe this now. Before that I would like to tell exactly what happened an year ago when we were the guys organising the farewell for our seniors.

I had a hole in my trousers(pants) which was about half a centimetre long. It was located a little below my back pocket and no skin was clearly visible when worn. That was a small hole. There is a guy called Surendra who always adored me. On the morning the farewell party is going to take place, he came to me and asked if I could go on the stage and say a few words about our seniors. He and I both know that I didn’t know many of them and the words that I am going to say should be cooked by me as well. When I asked him how much the length of speech should be, he said that it should not be more than three or four lines. I also came to know that Saurabh is also going to speak before I do. I prepared for three or four plain lines and went to the farewell in the evening. The party was going on well till Saurabh was called on to the stage. I will be called upon next. I was getting ready as it wouldn’t be long for him to finish saying his three line speech. Then, he just took a large sheet out of his pocket and started with a funny quote for which every one was laughing while my mind was lost in the length of the paper he took out. The speech went on for a solid 10 minutes and it took me some time to realise that my name was called up few seconds ago. I rose from my seat in a hurry as the silence of the audience added much horror to me. As I rose from the seat, every one heard a cloth rip and it was very clear in that silence. The hole was not small, well, at least now!

The half centimetre was exactly fitting a small nail on the bench I was sitting. The cloth tore in a 2 cm wide strip and I started to move towards the podium covering the strip with one hand trying to pretend that my hands are inside my back pocket which appeared funny to those who knew what happened and rude to those who didn’t. I climbed the podium and my tension was visible not only to the audience but also to me via the expression on the front row. Then, came a speech that was meaningless, disappointing and worst of the most – unprepared. I can clearly see Kishore(my senior) sighing and looking at me like I shouldn’t have done it. My speech was lame. But, in contrast to Saurabh’s, it was nothing less than a disaster. I climbed down, with my hands still in my back pocket. I fled the scene in five minutes and tried to avoid presence everywhere.

Coming to my final year, when we were given the farewell, I was asked by Surendra again to address the gathering on behalf of our batch. I said ‘Yes’ and we both smiled. This time, I didn’t ask him what the length should be, I decided it myself and drafted a nice speech. I made sure that there were neither nails, nor holes anywhere. I went and spoke without a mistake.

When I came down, Surendra was telling me a conversation that happened between Vijay and him while I was delivering the speech. Vijay was telling “See how he was last year. And see how mature he is now”. These words meant more to me than the claps that the audience gave me while I was coming down finishing my speech. I only feel that my failure last year taught me many lessons and made me a better man.

The Author of this post also conducted an event at the College’s Cultural Fest, SpringSpree. He played anchor for the whole event. He also played host for the last get together of the batch that happened and received appreciations for doing it well.